sumac lyrics

by

Curren$y


[Verse: Blvck Svm]
I′m in Portland pulling flesh off Hamachi collar
Immersed in a marinade made of mezcal and miso
Handful of fish heads fermenting inside a Mason
The genesis for this garum
Lil brush on the Boston lettuce, a cheat code
Body over capacity, but I'm pushing the limits
Ain′t no monotonous moments in Paraiso
Won’t find this sh*t at the bistro
Might hire a 50-piece orchestra just to quietly play me the instrumental for Peacoat
That line ain't nothing to decode
Can′t say the same bout the others
That′s what turned a n*gga to painful pollex magician amongst these functional digits
To thеm, this GPT templates and gimmicks
To me, this particlе physics
That's why my prism is iridescent like neck of a pigeon
Halibut cheeks need dimension, I scorch the surface a smidgen
My ego need some attention, I been successful in starving it
Valet, no parking it
GLE guts could never be basic, ironic they tinted calcium carbonate
Canopy ornament Punxsutawney, retreat to burrow with press of a button
Yuzu wasabi composite sit Miyazaki-adjacent in case the BMS richness could use a good bit of cutting
Guillotine if it′s desolate
Creatine with the deficit
Protein, rice, and the mescaline
Vinaigrette, daily regiment
Living life got the best of him
Still get sh*t off the muscle but now I’m trimming the tallow
Kiss a pic of my momma before I enter these battles
[Verse: Curren$y]
Bought a Bentley off of Twitch
I gave a Beamer to my b*tch
I bought myself a vintage Benz
Then I bought 7 more of them
I′m a lowrider till the end
My blue Impala my best friend
I'm blowing fire to the wind
I′m admired and I'm conspired against
I'm a giant, I could step over the fence
She gon' choose me over him
And bet I′m always go'n win
Cuz I ain′t nothing like them
We don't attend the same events
GS400 Lexus, Wallo he ain′t wanna send me his
That's alright though, he still my friend
I wake up and I′m counting ends
Rolling joints and burning em
Suede interior up in here
This sh*t like peanut butter Timbs
Like the caramel out the Twix
She bit off more than she could chew
f*cking round with me, I’m way too cool
I’m way too cool
East side, can't get stuck I gotta move
Ain’t got no time to lose
At all times
Every time
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